Shades of colours are we Maybe I'm as blue as the sea Everything is the colour it is meant to be We are looking through the eyes of a dream I often think of colours like emotional degrees When I do the world is just a picture that deceives All the places I have been to are all a shade of pigment it seems Saddest thoughts are memories that you can't change because of your consciousness in means White or black the mood is chosen to the wildest of screams A broken piece of glass shatters upon the floor I see the dark red once more as it gleans My hands are stretched out wide and I am floating on a white boat with flowers around my neck dripping blood and lives are but streams.